Its Allright,

I get it, I mean. I really do.

We talked, and I told you. I told you I got hurt. A little, not such a big deal. But hurt. And I was upset.

And you made time in your busy schedule to tell me it was all going to be allright.

But you didn't call me back to check up. And I know if I call you, you won't pick up.

So maybe things are going to be allright, but allright doesn't seem to include you. I guess this should be obvious.